Do not read this post if it is near a meal time. You may feel the need to shower after this story. You have been warned.
Names changed to Child 1 and Child A to protect the (not so) innocent.
So, while I was cleaning last week, I happened upon the door at the top of the stairs. It appeared to have crusty little flecks of, well, it looked like boogers to me. I cleaned them off, and convinced myself that it wasn't what I thought it was.
Later, I was talking with the kids over dinner. (I forget where Lee was, but it was just me and the kids.) The conversation turned to what I had done that day.
Me: (in a joking, jovial mood) Well, I cleaned upstairs. Oh, and by the way, who left boogers on the door at the top of the stairs?
Child 1: Ew. It wasn't me.
Child A: Ew. It wasn't me.
Me: (still laughing) Oh, come on... who was it?
Child 1: Not me... that's gross!
Child A: (looking shifty) Wait. Which door are you talking about?
Me and Child 1: Gross!
Me: The door at the top of the stairs. For what possible reason would you have put boogers there?
Child A: Um... I forget.
Child 1: That is so disgusting!
Me to Child 1: Oh, come on, you know you do it too. Where do you put yours?
Child 1: Well... I put some on the side of my bed.
The main problem with this as a teachable moment, is that I used to do the same thing when I was a kid. I'll bet I'm not alone. And, if I'm not, please don't tell me.